"Sister Qingyun,"
Zhong Ling and Zhong Xiu sisters turned pale with fright and hurriedly checked Mu Qingyun's injuries.
"Third Brother, what are you doing? Are you going to kill Sister Qingyun?" Zhong Ling shouted angrily. Long Chen's sword strike was too ruthless. Mu Qingyun's brow and nose bridge were slashed into a thin wound, blood oozing slowly and flowing slowly, making it truly terrifying.
As women, the greatest fear is facial injuries. They have not yet reached the Divine Fire Realm, and if scars remain on their faces, they may never recover.
So when Mu Qingyun was injured, Zhong Ling and Zhong Xiu immediately panicked. It was just a lesson—was it really worth resorting to killing?
"I'm fine, it's just that I'm too foolish. My mind was stolen, and even my instinctive protective power disappeared, so I couldn't withstand the sword wind.
Third Brother has already shown mercy; otherwise, I would have died by this sword long ago. Qingyun is utterly convinced and will never question Third Brother's words again. Mu Qingyun said somewhat embarrassedly.
Previously, Long Chen had said that having learned the basics of swordsmanship could teach her lessons, which angered her. Just now, she had been thinking about how to fight back, even how to embarrass Long Chen, which led to distracting thoughts in her mind. She hadn't even activated her protective power, which is why she was injured by the strong wind.
However, the wound was extremely thin and shallow. Although blood beads oozed out, it did not leave a scar. Long Chen had already shown mercy.
Mu Qingyun, terrified, was completely conquered by Long Chen's sword strike, and faced Long Chen with even greater awe.
"Third Brother, your longsword is far inferior in quality, yet you can cut it in one stroke without harming yourself?" Mu Qingyun briefly treated his wound, then looked at Long Chen's long sword and said.
The longsword in Long Chen's hand was borrowed from the disciples of the Elite Squad. Although the disciples were all wealthy, Mu Qingyun's sword was no ordinary item—it was exceptionally sharp, several levels above Long Chen's sword.
Because of this, Mu Qingyun had never imagined Long Chen could cut the long sword in her hand. Long Chen's strike stunned everyone.
Especially the disciples of the elite group, who had spent the most time with Long Chen, but Long Chen had never shown such divine skills, making him feel even more unfathomable.
"I'm indeed not skilled in swordsmanship, but I have a brother whose understanding of swordsmanship is unimaginably deep.
I once asked him about the true meaning of swordsmanship, and he told me that the sword is the most ordinary weapon in the world, and also the most mysterious weapon.
A swordwielder is as vast as the sand of the Ganges, but few truly understand what a sword is. He took the sword as his master and created countless sword techniques himself.
But no matter how things change, the essence remains the same. To become strong, one must coordinate with the sword in hand and wholeheartedly feel the sword.
Even if it is just a sword forged from ordinary iron, it still has life and soul. Awakening it with your heart, breathing and beating with him, you can take the first step in the way of the sword.
As for me, I'm not a sword cultivator. After trying, I can only reach the first step—feeling the pulse, breath, and heartbeat of the long sword.
It's a mysterious feeling—if you understand, you understand; if you don't, you don't. There's no way to explain it.
Many people tell you that for cultivators, weapons are extensions of the body, but sword cultivators don't see it that way. They believe the sword is you, and you are the sword.
When you can breathe and beat with the sword, the fusion of will and sword brings about a mysterious transformation—even ordinary iron can become invincible. "
Sss!"
Suddenly, Long Chen slashed out with his sword. Behind him lay a pitch-black rock about a zhang high—a strength testing stone, exceptionally sturdy. Even with a great hammer or axe, it was hard to leave a mark. Its weight and hardness were astonishing.
But when Long Chen slashed down with his sword, the strength test stone was cut open like a radish by Long Chen.
"Boom boom!"
Two test stones fell to the ground. The tremendous force shook the house, proving it was real.
Everyone stared at the test stone, mouths agape, unable to close. The cut on the stone was as smooth as a mirror, while the long sword in Long Chen's hand showed no sign of damage.
"Sword energy?" Isn't this something only Divine Fire Realm experts can do? Li Cai said in shock.
It should be noted that the longsword was only a little over three feet long, and testing the stone required several people to encircle it, so the length was clearly incorrect.
"This isn't sword energy, but sword light—an extension of sword power. Because it has its limits, it can't compare to sword energy." Long Chen shook his head and said to Mu Qingyun,
"Sword aura is only at the level of a beginner sword cultivator. Now you should know that I'm not lying to you, right?"
"Oh my god, this is terrifying. If I could learn this move, wouldn't I be invincible in the world?" Zhong Ling said in shock, "Tell me, when facing an enemy, who can withstand such a terrifying move?"
"Third Brother, will you teach us this move? If we master this move, we can definitely claim first place in this Divine Dao Contest. Zhong Xiu ran up to Long Chen, tugged at his sleeve, and said excitedly.
The girl was so excited she forgot that Long Chen was still holding the sword. If he hadn't sheathed it quickly, her thigh would have been pierced through by the sword. After all, the sword's gleam was still there.
"Third Master, teach us this move." Li Cai and the others' eyes also lit up, their faces full of anticipation. This sword strike was so stunning that it conquered them all.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "To master the Way of the Sword, you must have an indomitable will and a never-give-up spirit."
Among all of you, only Qingyun barely qualifies. You're still far from that. Follow the method I taught you to temper your willpower. Once you meet the requirements, I won't keep anything secret. "
That's great, I'll keep working hard." Li Cai clenched his fists, his face full of excitement. Long Chen was always his word, and they were full of anticipation.
Not only was Li Cai excited, but everyone else was thrilled. In their eyes, Long Chen was an all-powerful being—too powerful, too terrifying. They felt that what they saw was only the tip of the iceberg of Long Chen's strength.
With this goal in mind, everyone continued training, working even harder and more seriously than before. They had never worked so hard in their lives, because Long Chen's sword strike was too tempting.
Long Chen pulled Mu Qingyun into a corner, had her sit cross-legged on the ground, placed the longsword on her knee, and began to feel the life fluctuation of the sword with her heart.
"Third Brother, is this ...?"
Using Long Chen's teaching method, Mu Qingyun could never sense the feeling Long Chen had described. The shouting from Li Cai and the others nearby made her feel restless and even harder to feel.
"If you can't even calm your heart, how can you feel the sword intent?" The sword has no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and is not disturbed by external things.
This is a test for you. Sword cultivators are proud and indifferent, needing to keep a calm heart at all times, even when facing death, to remain absolutely composed. Long Chen said seriously.
Mu Qingyun nodded to show he understood and began practicing according to Long Chen's instructions.
However, becoming a sword cultivator is far from simple. Even with Mu Qingyun's exceptional talent, an hour passed without a single sign of progress.
Meanwhile, Long Chen quietly left the classroom and headed straight for itand departed from the alchemical courtyard.